My body goes numb, and my legs are frozen in place. The voice on the loudspeaker seems to come from far away, echoing in my ears like a distant scream. My heart races in my chest… It beats frantically and matches the urgency of my thoughts."George…" I yell and sprint through the ship's corridors, dread gripping my heart.His face flashes in my mind, with his bright smile and warm eyes, and I can't bear the thought of losing him. Not now, not like this. My heart clenches with every step, and the grip of anxiety tightens with each passing moment.My breath catches in my throat as I spot a commotion near the edge of the ship. Crew members and onlookers are gathered, their attention focused on a spot in the water. My heart leaps into my throat as I rush over there. My fingers clutch the railing as I strain to see through the turbulent sea for any sign of George.Time seems to stand still as I wait for a sign—any sign—that George is all right. The salty wind whips around me, tears streami
Dad's words continue to reverberate in my mind even after I end the call. George is trapped in a whirlwind of false accusations, and I'm powerless to protect him.Anger, helplessness, and fear surge within me, intertwining into a chaotic mix of emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.How could someone orchestrate such a sinister plot against him?Frustration simmers beneath the surface, a potent mix of helplessness and indignation.Fear, like a shadow, lurks in the corners of my thoughts. Fear for George's safety, fear that he might be further ensnared in this web of lies. But I know I can't afford to let fear paralyze me.I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady myself. This isn't the time to break down. George needs someone who believes in him and can stand by his side in this storm of adversity. My determination to clear George's name is unwavering.A surge of resolve courses through me, igniting a fire within my heart. The truth is out there, waiting to be uncovered, and I'll
The next day…The situation has turned bad, just like in the past. Because of the allegations, the stock price of George’s company has plummeted. When I read the news article, I feel like I am reliving the past and witnessing his company crumble again. The words on the phone screen seem to blur together, forming a haunting echo of what happened five years ago.It’s strikingly similar to what happened five years ago. I can't shake the feeling that Michael's influence is at play here.The meticulous orchestration of events, the timing, the precision—it all points to his involvement. The wounds from the past are being reopened, and I'm confronted with the harsh reality that the past never truly left us.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I struggle to contain the rush of emotions within me. The desire to confront Michael and expose his devious manipulations burns within me like a fire.I look at George, who is still sleeping. I quietly walk out of the ward and call Mic
The days have blurred into a relentless cycle of stress and uncertainty. George's slow but steady recovery provides a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos, but the storm that has engulfed the company shows no signs of abating.The company is facing serious trouble with cops interrogating the team that organized the fashion show that day.My own efforts to uncover evidence have proven frustratingly futile. Endless hours have been spent poring over documents, emails, and records, searching for a single clue that could exonerate George. But the truth remains elusive, hidden beneath layers of deception and manipulation.The frustration of hitting dead ends and the pressure of time bearing down on me threaten to erode my resolve.Outside the window, the city continues its rhythm, unaware of the turmoil within these walls. The fading daylight serves as a stark reminder that time is slipping away. With a heavy sigh, I steel myself and take a taxi to my parent’s place.Mom called me in the mornin
As the silence stretches, my restlessness increases. I am almost losing my patience. I open my mouth to say something, but he holds up his hand to stop me, and I reluctantly fall quiet, giving him the floor to speak.“Listen to me first.” His voice cuts through the silence, and I swallow hard, my anticipation growing. “Things are turning ugly here. I am trapped badly. All the evidence is against me, but you shouldn’t be concerned about it. I’ll handle everything. You leave with the children. I’ll ask my assistant to book your flight tickets.”His words strike me like a blow to the chest, and my heart sinks further. Despite our attempts to keep him in the dark, he's managed to uncover the extent of the troubles he's facing. Tears gather in my eyes as the reality of the situation hits me.“No, I am not leaving anywhere,” I say emphatically, my voice quivering with a mix of fear, frustration, and unwavering resolve. His plea to protect me only strengthens my resolve to stay by his side.
A few days later…Megan visits me when Vivian is away. I can't help but feel a wave of annoyance wash over me.She is so shameless. She has the nerve to show up in front of me again."George, oh, my God. Look at you, how badly you have been injured." She comes closer to me with tears in her eyes.I used to feel sad whenever I saw her cry. But now I can see through her malicious nature hidden beneath this pitiful exterior. Megan is pretentious. Her tears and sweet words can’t change my perception of her anymore. I now know how cunning she is.She tries to reach out and touch my face, but I swat her hand away instinctively. I don't want her touching me; doesn't she understand that? I glare at her, my eyes flashing with warning."I have completely lost my patience with you, Megan," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "Stop trying to get closer to me. Get lost."She gives me a hurt look as if she is the one who has been wronged. "How could you say such a thing to me?" she asks, her voice
As my consciousness gradually returns, the world around me materializes in fragments. The grimy, dilapidated surroundings of the room come into focus, casting an eerie atmosphere that matches the unsettling situation I'm in. Cobwebs cling to corners; shadows dance on the walls of my vision.My head feels heavy, and my ears still ring from the blow I received. I blink, trying to clear my vision, and my heart skips a beat when I realize I'm bound to a chair.The voices, hushed but audible, pierce through the haze in my mind. My senses sharpen, and I strain to listen, piecing together the conversation unfolding before me."I told you to stay away from here. Why did you come here?"I squint as I find this voice familiar. It’s Michael’s voice. Who is he talking with?"Ugh…" I groan and try to free my hands from the ropes that are restraining me.A second voice joins the conversation, and my heart sinks as I recognize it.Megan.The pieces fall into place, and I'm struck by the cruel revela
Her eyes blazed with a mad intensity, her pupils dilating as she spoke. "I loved him since I was a child," she said, her voice low and even. "I always wanted to be around him, play with him, and marry him. But he liked to play with you. I hated you for grabbing his attention."Megan's confession is both unsettling and tragic. Her childhood infatuation with George has festered into a twisted obsession, and her jealousy of my connection with him has fueled her hatred. Her admission paints a grim picture of her psyche, revealing the depths of her delusion.I feel a cold dread creeping up my spine as she continues to speak. Her words are laced with venom, her anger and resentment palpable.Why is she saying such things? Has she mistaken me for someone else?I have no recollection of playing with George. George and I had never met before high school. I narrow my eyes, trying to process her words.I struggle again, trying to break free from her grasp. But Megan is too strong, her hold too s